extraordinary in Murat?  I think he is quite altered.  Is he ill?’—­’Sire,’ replied I, ’Murat is not ill, but he is out of spirits.’—­’Out of spirits! but why?  Is he not satisfied with being a King?’—­’Sire, Murat says he is no King.’—­’That is his own fault.  Why does he make himself a Neapolitan?  Why is he not a Frenchman?  When he is in his Kingdom he commits all sorts of follies.  He favours the trade of England; that I will not suffer.’

“When,” continued Rapp, “he spoke of the favour extended by Murat to the trade between Naples and England I thought my turn would come next; but I was deceived.  No more was said on the subject, and when I was about to take my leave the Emperor said to me, as when in his best of humours, ‘Rapp, you will sup with me this evening.’  I accordingly supped that evening with the Emperor, who had also invited the King of Naples and Berthier.  Next day the Emperor visited the fortress, and afterwards returned to the Government Palace, where he received the civil and military authorities.  He again invited Murat, Berthier, and me to supper.  When we first sat down to table we were all very dull, for the Emperor was silent; and, as you well know, under such circumstances not even Murat himself dared to be the first to speak to him.  At length Napoleon, addressing me, inquired how far it was from Cadiz to Dantzic.  ‘Too far, Sire,’ replied I.  ’I understand you, Monsieur le General, but in a few months the distance will be still greater.’—­’So much the worse, Sire!’ Here there was another pause.  Neither Murat nor Berthier, on whom the Emperor fixed a scrutinising glance, uttered a word, and Napoleon again broke silence, but without addressing any one of us in particular:  ‘Gentlemen,’ said he in a solemn and rather low tone of voice, ’I see plainly that you are none of you inclined to fight again.  The King of Naples does not wish to leave the fine climate of his dominions, Berthier wishes to enjoy the diversion of the chase at his estate of Gros Bois, and Rapp is impatient to be back to his hotel in Paris.’  Would you believe it,” pursued Rapp, “that neither Murat nor Berthier said a word in reply? and the ball again came to me.  I told him frankly that what he said was perfectly true, and the King of Naples and the Prince of Neufchatel complimented me on my spirit, and observed that I was quite right in saying what I did.  ‘Well,’ said I, ’since it was so very right, why did you not follow my example, and why leave me to say all?’ You cannot conceive,” added Rapp, “how confounded they both were, and especially Murat, though he was very differently situated from Berthier.”